i have had the most perfect return. at first i was unwilling. and there were tears. but with each mile and drop in degrees fahrenheit, my confidence improved. of course four months in logan cannot compare to my history of eighteen years in taylorsville. but the glowing letter on old main reminded me of the life i lead here. and so, i began to unpack. things. just things. jewelry that i hope will turn into compliments from new friends. clothes that i hope will turn into warmth. books that i hope will turn into knowledge. just things bursting with new-semester potential. with everything finally in its rightful place, i thought myself to sleep. i awoke thrilled to feed my adjusting fish. i believe he, like me, struggles with change, new environments, and new temperatures. i am grateful to own a plant and a fish--things other than myself to take care of. i ran. i read. i spent too much on groceries. i ordinaryed my day away. next up, bourne with three of my best girls. little did we know this movie choice would prove impressive to the strangers welcoming themselves into our personal space. we paused the movie and followed them into a night of adventure. mattress sledding down old main hill. hot tubbing. a schemed game of truth or dare. after an adios and a had-enough, we returned to a sleeping apartment. but we simply couldnt be quiet after all of our experience. we showered, giggled, and analyzed our way into a sleepover.
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